“Do you think you can escape Oscar’s clutches?”

Amelia was bereft of speech.

“Even you don’t think you can escape his clutches. What makes you think he will let you leave?”

Closing her eyes, Amelia said, “Tiff, I’ve found a job.”

Tiffany was flustered. “Amelia, are you kidding me? We’re talking about the baby. Why are you talking to me about work? Don’t you have enough money to spend? I can give you if you don’t. Why must you look for a job when you’re pregnant? You’re driving me crazy!”

Amelia patted her on the back of her hand and reassured her, “Tiff, don’t worry. When I signed the agreement with Oscar, he agreed not to interfere when I wanna work. In other words, if the company I work for sends me to another province or abroad for a few months, he can’t say no.”

Tiffany looked at her in surprise and asked, “Really?” But after giving it some thought, she still felt apprehensive. “Amelia, what if Oscar wants to see you on a whim and goes to visit you? It’ll blow your cover, won’t it?”

Apparently, Amelia had not thought about that.

Tiffany got even more frustrated. “Argh, Amelia, I thought you were a smart girl! How can you be so foolish and let Oscar call the shots in your marriage? What are you thinking?!”

Amelia remained silent.

Gritting her teeth, Tiffany took a few deep breaths before inferring, “Babe, you were born to tick me off.”

However, Amelia patted the bed calmly as she finally said, “Don’t be mad. I heard that Cassie is coming back, so I think Oscar won’t have time to visit me. In fact, I think we’re gonna divorce soon.”

Tiffany simply listened to her in silence initially, but something popped into her mind and she abruptly sat up. “Amelia, I don’t think you should divorce. You’re the legit Mrs. Clinton, so you don’t have to make room for a vixen just because she comes back.”

“Tiff, what’s wrong with you? You’ve only just recovered. Don’t get so jumpy,” said Amelia while tugging at her pajamas.

Tiffany lay back down and turned to look at Amelia.

“Babe, tell me honestly, are you really willing to give up the fruits of your labor?”

“What? As I said, I don’t have the right to decide anything in my marriage with Oscar. Anyway, it’s getting late. It’s my first day at work tomorrow.”

“Babe, you’re kidding, aren’t you? You’re gonna work tomorrow? Also, when did you find the job? Why didn’t I know at all?”

“The CEO of the company and I went to university together. I said I needed a job, so he gave me an untaxing job.”

“Who’s it?” In the next second, Tiffany widened her eyes and said anxiously, “Amelia, don’t tell me it’s Carter Scott. If it’s that b******, I’m gonna strangle you.”

and yet

a contract marriage with Oscar. I wouldn’t have become a freelance writer because of my fear of interpersonal relationships in the workplace. I wish I could chop him up

found her response

do anything wrong back then. He just didn’t help us when we were wrongfully accused, which is justifiable. We can’t vent our

that you’ve

“It’s all water under the bridge now, Tiff. Besides, it was our fault at the time, so we can’t blame others. Carter

necks. If it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t have gone to Oscar and been labeled a gold digger, while I wouldn’t have developed a fear of interpersonal communication in the workplace. Thinking about it now, I’m so angry

would still be so mad. Carter’s really not to blame for that incident back

him when you, the biggest victim, don’t even blame him? But I’m curious. You and that jerk haven’t been in contact for

me how I’ve been all these years, and I told him about looking for

sold yourself out

as

for a job, Amelia? Are you trying to piss

forgotten? When we were in debt, we swore to God that as long as we could be rich and no longer be looked down upon by anyone, we would

not refute

same to Oscar? You’re just sugarcoating it when in fact, you’re tender-hearted. Anyway, I should stop here. I’ll go to the

“He’s not a scourge.”

terrifying

a

latter tried to

with a signboard

the 12th floor here

curled her lips in disdain. “That b****** still has

aren’t biased against Carter, you’ll find that he’s quite attractive. Back then, I was thinking of setting the two of you up

look but said nothing as

must be Ms.

into the office. Then, the secretary said, “Mr. Scott, Ms. Winters

the secretary spoke, Tiffany was staring at the man behind the desk, who was none

now, Linda,”

Linda did as told.

went around the desk and reached out to shake hands with the two of them, but unexpectedly, Tiffany

a smile, “After

Tiffany huffed in exasperation.

her arm to shake hands with Carter and said, “Don’t mind

flashed her

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